His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 29

He stared at my face for a few minutes. 

"Your mother was a human who was turned, right ?"

I nodded," Yeah she was a keeper like my aunt Flora."

"Are you certain?" He asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked surprised.

"Today in the Alpha meeting, I met an old friend of mine. He knew your parents. Michelson told me that your mother was a witch." 

"What! That's the most stupid thing I have ever heard." I replied, feeling a bit enraged. "Is that what Alphas do? Gossip about dead parents?"

He held me tighter," please don't be angry, love, I am not trying to insult your mother. A natural-born witch is rare and cherished. We often take their help for getting different spells. They are very much respected. If your mother was a witch, that makes you special."

My anger was replaced by confusion.

"I don't understand. Rick never told me anything like that."

He rubbed my bare arm absent-mindedly while staring at the crackling fire.

"I talked to your brother as well, he confirmed that your mother was a witch. So is your aunt Flora." 

My eyes were as wide as saucers. On second thought, Lucian seemed right, Aunt Flora's skills with herbs, her ability to talk to ghosts etc. did match with the characteristics of a witch, though I always assumed them to be her eccentricities.

I started to get up but was held back by his grip on my arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I need to talk to Rick and aunt Flora, why have they kept me in the dark until now." I was a little miffed.

He chuckled.

"You can talk to them when I take you to meet them. Few things should be discussed in person, not on a call. It can hinder the communication."

I faced him and smiled.

"What?" He looked at me puzzled.

"Your thoughts are just like mine." 

He laughed," that is why we are mates. We have more similarities between us than you can ever imagine." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Like what? "

He gave a mischievous smile. 

"Like we both love apples." 

I burst into laughter. 

"Who told you that I like apples?"

" I am just observant," he shrugged.

"You are just being silly," I replied.

Being around Lucian was like breathing. It felt natural. We talked endlessly. It felt like I had known him my entire life. The more I learned about him, the more I was intrigued.

We shared common interests and similar views on things. We could talk politics and religion without offending each other. He had been a hard worker, as I had been all his life. Those engineering books I saw in his library bore testimony to his Mechanical Engineering degree from Stanford.

We spent the whole night talking and gorging on a late-night pizza. The omegas in the kitchen had gone into a frenzy when Lucian had ordered a pizza. He did not have to be anywhere too early, we spent the time talking and laughing late into the night in front of the fire.

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